"So, you refuse to let him go, Master Ding?" Bo Shan's face was cast in shadow, the words seemed to squeeze through his teeth.
Before Ding Gaolang could answer, Qiu Jinglong, sitting at his right hand, shouted at Bo Shan, "Didn't my master say that? You of the Tang Family should send someone to claim him! Are you deaf from all the beatings?"
Having a good disciple was really relieving. Ding Gaolang looked somewhat smug, shooting a contemptuous glance at Bo Shan.
Negotiations broke down.
Bo Shan's heart raced, not because of the offensive words, but because of his hatred for Pang Yan's incompetence.
Having made such a big mistake, it was clear that the person truly in charge now was not Ding Gaolang, but the head of the Mi Family behind him. Pang Yan's status as a student of the Tang Martial Arts Hall would make the Tang Family lose a great deal of face.
The only option now, Bo Shan thought, casting a deep look at Pang Yan who was kneeling on the ground.
